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THERE'S a plain little word which we all hate to say. 
And v/e'il get around it in any old v/ay. 
We'll say — Adieu, Au re voir! but why 
Bo we shun the plain little word — Goodbye. 

The ship is leaving; we're at the pier. 

It's — So long, darling! Bon voyage, dear! 

Or — Kiss me quick, honey, now don't you cry! 

And they're gone, but we haven't said — Goodbye. 

The son must leave for his work far away. 

And mother is getting stooped and gray. 

He is pressed to her heart while the tears dim her eye 

"My boy, I can't, I can't say Goodbye!" 

And the college boys together so long, 

Now they've played their last game and sung their last song. 

Bo they say Goodbye, as you'd think they would? 

No, "So long, old fellow! Be careful! Be good!" 

But that other word! How it leaps from the heart! 
We say when we meet and not when we part. 
The ship's coming in! But she sails too slov/? 
There they stand on the deck! Hello! Keilo. 

And the v/eary years at len2:th are past. 

And son's coming home to mother at last. 

"Oh, How could I ever have let him go! 

That's his voice I hear nov/! "Hello, mother! Hello!" 

And the college boys get together again. 

But now they're serious, dignified men. 

"Yes, there they come now! Oh, Lord! It ain't so! 

Why, Tom, you old rascal! Hello! Hello!" 



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Colors of £ife. 


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HEN she was a little baby 

Her mother dressed her in white, 
For she said she was just an angel 
Come down on a beam of light. 



And then in her happy schooldays, 

As all fond mothers do. 
She tied up the little girFs ringlets 

And put on her frock of blue. 

The years passed all too swiftly 
Till Love forged his golden link, 

And then the gown she loved to wear 
Was the brightest, rosiest pink. 

But when love turned to passion 

And her purity had fled 
She flaunted her sins before us 

In a flaming gown of red. 

But as you have seen the sunset 
Flash crimson, then fade away, 

So, as youth and beauty vanished. 
Her gown, like her life, was gray. 

The death of one who loved her 
Put her tortured soul on the rack. 

And from that day we saw her only 
In a somber gown of black. 

But today when I stood by her coffin 
Which was touched by a beam of light, 

Her peaceful hands were folded 
Once more on a robe of white. 



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mistakes. 


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YOU have made mistakes? Why, of course you have. 
And you'll probably make them again. 
You're not a machine which runs by rule 
In this world of women and men. 

You have made mistakes? Well, don't be ashamed. 

Mistakes are the price we pay 
For courage and action and daring to go 

Where no one has led the way. 

You have made mistakes? And what if you have? 

You're willing to take the blame. 
You wouldn't stoop to deny nor deceive; 

You'll stand by the rules of the game. 

You have made mistakes? Aye! There's the rub! 

You can never suffer alone, 
And those who loved you, whose hearts you broke, 

What can you do to atone? 

You have made mistakes. Have done with regret. 

But make a resolve today 
That every mistake shall be but a light 

To show you a better way. 



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l)ard On motber. 



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SHE loved him when he first was born 
A little red-faced baby. 
And when he cried from night till morn 
She said he was sick, maybe. 
But when he cried again all day 

In tones no wall could smother 

Pa packed his grip and went away. 

This was pretty hard on mother. 

When Johnnie started off to school 

The neighbors gave thanksgiving. 
Ma said that he must learn the rule 

To make an honest living. 
But when he was expelled from school 

And couldn't find another, 
His lessons must be learned at home. 

This was pretty hard on mother. 

But later when he got a job 

Ma was the proudest creature; 
She said her son was smart as tacks 

And they'd just show that teacher. 
But when John found the job meant work 

He quickly ran to cover. 
Ma said she knew he wouldn't shirk — 

But it was hard on mother. 



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Bara On mother. 


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And, Oh My! When he fell in love! 

No power on earth could hold him! 
Ma said she thought the girl looked flip, 

But still she didn't scold him. 
He married her and brought her home, 

And with her came her brother. 
Ma said she wanted them to come. 

But it was hard on mother. 

And when the little baby came 

The girl was so excited, 
She said she didn't care for kids! 

But Johnnie was delighted. 
And when dear wifie ran away 

From husband and from brother, 
Ma said the child must never know. 

But it was hard on mother. 

But then son John became a man! 

And you may think it funny. 
But he hit on a glorious plan 

And simply coined the money! 
The baby grew just like its Pa, 

Couldn't tell which from t'other. 
And Ma was queen of both their hearts. 

This was pretty soft for mother! 



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Jilt Old l)omt friend. «« 



WELL I should say! I'm feeling gay! 
I met an old home friend today! 
Not a chance acquaintance like you meet 
Most any day in the crowded street, 
But an old home friend that I used to know 
In the care-free days of long ago. 

Oh, it's good to be called by your first name. 
And hear someone say, "You look just the same!' 
To forget your worry and work for a day 
And remember the time when you used to play. 
Why, I'm walking on air and my heart's so light 
I feel like a boy again tonight! 

We tried to be dignified for a while 
And talked in rather a stilted style; 
Discussed the tariff and frenzied finance, 
And wondered if England had a chance 
Of maintaining her empire over the sea, 
And what the result of the war would be. 

And then I began to question him — 

Did he mind the place where we used to swim? 

And could he recall the ruinous rates 

At which I purchased his old skates? 

Was the courthouse flagpole just as high 

As when we climbed it on Fourth of July? 



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Jin Old 5)ome frknl «• 



And that awfully pretty girl, you know, 
That I was in love with years ago. 
Well, if she hadn't married this friend of mine! 
And their children were grown and doing fine! 
And the oldest boy was named after me. 
For I was his boyhood friend, you see. 

Who ever said that I had grown old! 

Snow on the hair doesn't make the heart cold. 

And there's truth in the saying, after all. 

That men are only just boys grown tali. 

And it's well for such boys to forget now and then 

How long the world has considered them men. 

I could name m.any joyous days if I would. 

When stocks are booming and business is good, 

When you've been hard pressed for many a day. 

And things just begin to come your way. 

But if you would know pure, riotuos joy. 

Meet a man you chummed with when you were a boy! 



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Che four m<iil$. 


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I DON'T want to go away from horne. 
Other people like to wander and to roam 
"Where there's strange things to see, 
But home's good enough for me, 
And it's where my heart would always come. 

The doctor says he thinks I need a rest, 
And that a change of climate would be best. 

Does a bird on weary wing 

Love to warble and to sing 
Far away from its own nest? 

The country now, they say, is very fair. 
There's lots of ozone in the mountain air. 

Yachting, too, would be a change, 

And perhaps it may seem strange, 
But I don't want to go anyvvhere. 

On my wall there hangs a picture of the sea 
With its foaming billows dashing wild and free. 

Sitting in my easy chair, 

I love to watch it there, 
But the lake looks very nice to me. 

With books of travel all my shelves are lined; 
There are wondrous spots in every land, I find. 

I'd like to go to Rome 

And see St. Peter's dome. 
But think of all I'd leave behind! 

But I will go abroad, my love, with you. 
And we'll see the sights as other people do, 

And I'll get so well and strong, 

For I'll be thinking all day long 
Of the home we're going to come back to. 



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me £00. 


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IT'S so nice to have a daughter, 
And so instructive too; 
If it wasn't £or my daughter 
Goodness knows what I should do. 
For everything has changed so much, 

So different, in fact, 
But daughter tells me what to do, 
And shows me how to act. 

When I was young we wore our skirts 

With trains a yard or more; 
But daughter wears a skirt which looks 

A yard up from the floor. 
And she wears fancy shoe tops 

And stockings you see through, 
But still — she says they're all the rage, 

And so I wear them too. 

And when a girl I used to meet 

My sweetheart at the gate. 
The first thing I would ask him was 

"George, is my hat on straight?" 
But daughter's hat hangs on one ear. 

Like it was stuck v/ith glue. 
I think it looks so foolish, 

But — I wear mine that way too. 



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And in my day we never thought 

Of making up our face. 
Now they take a little mirror out 

In any public place. 
And daughter makes up like a doll; 

She knows just what to do. 
She says one simply has to. 

Oh yes! I make up too. 

When years ago I learned to dance 

We took each step with care; 
But daughter learned to turkey trot 

And do the grizzly bear. 
She says that dancing makes one thin 

(I'm getting stout, that's true), 
My! It makes me awful tired! 

But still — I tango too! 

Yes, I was left a widow 

When daughter was a child. 
So last year when she got married 

I thought I'd just go wild! 
But still I know there's nothing 

Like a man who's good to you. 
So now that daughter's married 

Why — I might get married too. 



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